Lawrence Beck

In Mind, If Nowhere Else

My father's dead.He's turned to ashes, and been scattered
On a field of rocks which slid a couple miles from,
And maybe several hundred feet below, the place
A sign proclaims the continent's divide.A decent man,
I like to think, his life and death defy the packaged
Nonsense all of us must hear.I don't believe he ever
Saw himself as having any goal.He went to work
To pay for kids and beer and trips into the mountains,
Not for any greater thing.He didn't go to church.

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